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The Coup - Last Blunt lyrics
sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking* "Do you know what's green?" *DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill "puffin on a blunt"* [Boots] Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt cause I done said this ten times befo' that when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo go but I'm still kissin it like I'm under the mistletoe So here we go I'm Mork'in with the steady swagger speakin with a stunt, steady stagger preachin with a Southern drawl that sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it off Said I know I'm flippin since the last one G my laces are tied so you can't trip with me, I remember 1988 December Someone said, "Puff on this before you go up in her" So I did it and I guess it must have did the trick She enjoyed it so I guess I must have rocked the clit Felt like a man and I loved her with an indo trip Don't know why, cause I couldn't even feel my dick Ego trip lasted and I'm always gettin blasted but it's drastic cause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked Can't buy it with plastic so I'm off to drain the vein for days I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stink Call myself a saint, cause I won't touch a bowl of food I gives a fuck, just don't interrupt my Looney Tunes this afternoon cause I can find a job anytime Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin' I smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin And I'm willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope but if I didn't take a toke I'd be leadin a street revolt So I make a mental note, and to my frustration I decide I can't do shit about the situation Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and it's on hit Coulda been my last blunt... but I can't quit cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit Squeezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow's tit But on the flip tip I know I gotta get a grip even though in high school he used to be hip *coughing* But shit I'm hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethin My throat can't take no more, no future in my frontin But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to this point But it don't faze me though I take it lacadaisical It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow But I'm an old bro, I done passed two decades I'm wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches and no safety pins Now I'm pennin rhymes about gettin on the wagon and I get skittish when I think of how the British put the opium in Asia, fat one to that tactic Gankin black folks while they daze ya, if you're gettin perved you're gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonic Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it's ironic cause we're not gettin fucked up, we're just gettin FUCKED Shit out of luck and we're stuck with our mind in a muck So don't duck the situation cause I used to smoke fat Taylors til I figured out that the ganjah was a jailor Wait a, minute, while I get up in a funky situation The Coup is coming through, and there's no hallucination So what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental constipation there's no hesitation when I'm talkin bout political friction Stoppin evictions Government made afflictions and I have an addiction that's a big contradiction so I must confront it Cause ain't no revolution gonna come from a blunt *singers sing "Put the blunt down, oooh-ooh!" 2X* My partner's cousin's uncle got killed by a shooter I'm depressed so there's a rumor Boots is gonna hit the buddah Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight comes from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her *DJ Pam cuts and scratches "blunt |
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